Some stupid fool had tried to write about graveyards before I wrote this. Justice lies in the sacred soil of the dead.
There is a graveyard behind my office. A resting place for the dead and living. Cigarette in hand and a sheaf of printed A4s by my side I stooped low to touch the darkness that loomed upon my soul. It was night and the light was scattered by the long leaves of mahogany trees. Limpid pools of stale yellow light bordered on insanity. I was afraid of the dark but in the dark I hid my tired face.
Death tells me that life is a phase in the cosmic journey of the unknown. Man is not that strong. There is no use pretending. The truth lies in the darkness. Embrace your fears and make them yours.
In your sorrow you will find the pain that will make you stronger. Like Delhi makes me stronger every day.
There is a graveyard behind my office. A resting place for the dead and living. Cigarette in hand and a sheaf of printed A4s by my side I stooped low to touch the darkness that loomed upon my soul. It was night and the light was scattered by the long leaves of mahogany trees. Limpid pools of stale yellow light bordered on insanity. I was afraid of the dark but in the dark I hid my tired face.
Death tells me that life is a phase in the cosmic journey of the unknown. Man is not that strong. There is no use pretending. The truth lies in the darkness. Embrace your fears and make them yours.
In your sorrow you will find the pain that will make you stronger. Like Delhi makes me stronger every day.
